We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Seattle stillness between two waves of exploration one on the Alaska Inside Passage and one on the Wild Side of Vancouver Canada.
I sailed from Seattle to Olympia, A journey of wonder and delight, Stopping at ports along the way, To see the sights and take in the light. First, I stopped at Blake Island, A state park with trails and beach, Then on to Penrose Point, A place that’s within easy reach. Next, I sailed to Jarrell Cove, A state park with a beach and trails,
And then to Boston Harbor, A small community with a marina that never fails. Finally, I arrived in Olympia, A city with a harbor so grand,
I hiked for beer made of artesian water, And walked the boardwalk at the Olympia Yacht Club, so grand.